The bitter wind drifts   Through the apparition   A sleep that heavies the neck through the noose a stretch of song and   Deep in this shallow grave burning bitter and bleak from this whimpered   Taste Of Your weakness fallen so low sunken deep and black from this   Broken vow Of Your weakness fallen so low sunken deep and black from   This broken vow   ARISE   FROM YOUR GRAVE   ARISE   Where the black rains are falling upon   The everlasting to all of Our losses   Calling from the dead of night   Hollow from the breath of My prayers now lost   Burning fevers   In the shadows and in the embrace   Where They stagger, where They fall, and where They lay where the   Rains, won't wash away Because as I burn what I feel as I sink into the   Killing fields the prevail is running You out of time while You wither,   While death walks beside   ARISE   FROM YOUR GRAVE   ARISE   Where the black rains are falling upon   The everlasting to all of Our losses   Calling from the dead of night   Hollow from the breath of My prayers now lost   The sweetness holding the salt   To the serpents tongue, seconds before the fall keeping heads above the   Frey and keeping hell one heart beat away   ARISE   FROM YOUR GRAVE   ARISE   ARISE   ARISE   FROM YOUR GRAVE   ARISE   ARISE   FROM YOUR GRAVE